Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for November 29, 2019

Wow…when Marty MOON can honestly look down on you…

In all reality , Look Ma I’m not stupid , initially Chet asked me lots of questions about Chance . I figured he had a man crush on Chance and that Chet was a pervert but this article clears everything up.

P3 concerns me that in the end, Milford will collectively conclude that “Chet Ballard’s only crime was trying too hard to be a dad.”

P1, Marty Moon becomes “The Toxic Avenger.”

P2, I call it messin’ with the kid.

P3, He kept bugging me to call him “Dad.”

P1 – “But you’re toxic!” One of the top ten things Marty or anyone else would never say about this.

P2 – I’m trying to imagine why would she lie in answering that question.

P3 – “How did you figure it out?” “Well gee, he complained about Chance every day, drilled me about his younger years, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.” Well, actually, in Milford, maybe it does take someone with an IQ about 90, which in fact is genius level for this town.

And speaking of geniuses, you don’t have to be a genius to get a kick out of today’s issue of Mopped Up Thorp: https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/

Charlie had better not go into a guilt trip, especially when it’s all Chet’s doing.

P1- The pot calling the kettle black.

P2- The amazing Milford Monk perm from Valley Cut & Curl Salon has held up all week for Mrs. Roh-Ballard. That roly poly cookie jar is missing the top.

P3- She won’t break Chet off, he’s their golden goose. Well, at least until his insureds’ choose to non renew their policies and take their business to GilPa’s friend Randy Fulcher.

Another lame, meek ending, just like the stupid “fix your mid-range jumper” ending to the last story.

P 4: “…and you must have some serious self-esteem issues to marry a clown like him….”

“How did you figure it out?” " Duh, I read a few other strips where Dad’s don’t wear bright green suits and slow pay insurance claims. A week of Dick Tracey was enough to figure this out."

Another one of those panels where Marty reminds me of Festus Hagen. All he needs is the western garb. “Gol’ darn it Matthew that Chet Ballard is a ‘reglar’ ol scalawag!”

I’m now the funniest thing that happens on a given day is my initial misreading of something years old.

Fetus Hagen.

Heh.

Hell has finally frozen over-Marty Moon showed some integrity!

Oh please, Charlie, do not try to salvage this mess by calling Chet “Dad.”